In last month’s poll you told me what you wanted for Christmas: a Christmas story featuring the Ballbusting Boys characters. Here’s what I came up with. It’s turned into quite an epic adventure so I decided to split it up into six parts. Here’s the fourth one.
Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.
Featured in this story: Colin, Erik, Vince and Zach (click for pictures)
Zach raised his arms and waved at his friends, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. When he made a move to follow Simon, Erik gently grabbed his shoulder.
“Not so fast, Zach”, he smiled. “You’re on Santa’s naughty list, too.”
Zach blinked. “You sure?”
Erik let out a laugh. “Oh yeah!”
Zach’s eyes darted nervously from Erik to the crowd – but it was quite obvious that he wouldn’t make it off the stage with his humongous testicles intact.
The handsome blond let out a deep sigh. “What does it say?”
Erik smiled and looked into the book. “Huh”, he said, feigning surprise. “Unbelievable.”
“What?” Zach tried to peek into the book but Erik quickly smacked his nuts with the back of his hand, redirecting his attention and causing Zach’s meaty left nut to tumble out of his white briefs as he let out a guttural grunt and doubled over.
“Really”, Erik smiled. “Unbelievable.”
“What is it?” Zach groaned, turning to Erik.
Another sack tap caught Zach off guard. It was a hard one, harder than the first, and it made the rest of Zach’s luxurious package plummet out of his underwear.
Zach roared in agony as his fat, heavy dick and his low-hanging balls swung wildly between his thighs.
He looked ridiculous, with his goods on display, but he had no reason to be ashamed: He had one of the most marvelous dicks and a pair of the fattest babymakers that I had ever seen.
Instead of admiring Zach’s extraordinary gifts, though, the crowd burst out laughing, pointing at the poor stud who desperately tried to reel in his unruly genitalia while grimacing in pain.
Erik watched him try to stuff his dick and balls back into his underwear for a while, an amused expression on his face.
Poor Zach’s dick was a stubborn fellow. It hardened at the touch, making it all but impossible to stuff it into his skimpy briefs.
Finally, Zach gave up. A defeated expression on his face, he turned to Erik. “Just tell me, goddamnit”, he mumbled, making no attempt to hide his erection and his huge balls.
“Well, apparently you milked three loads out of an innocent young man’s poor balls, and then you fucked him hard with your monster cock”, Erik said slowly.
Zach’s face turned crimson. “It was just a job“, he said in a toneless voice. “A contest. I--- I’m straight, you know.”
“We all know”, Erik smiled. “Nevertheless you did quite a number on that young man’s hole, stretched it wide open.”
Zach’s dick twitched as he remembered the sight of his hapless opponent’s gaping hole. “You can’t blame me for the size of my cock!” he blurted out.
“Well”, Erik grinned, reaching between Zach’s thighs and stroking his fat, meaty dick a couple of times. “You could have gone easier on him.”
Zach let out a soft moan.
“Instead, you rammed your monster into his ass and into his mouth, making him gag on your cock before filling him up with your spunk”, Erik continued as he jerked Zach’s gigantic schlong.
“That’s pretty much the definition of naughty, don’t you agree?” Erik smiled.
“He enjoyed it”, Zach moaned weakly.
“That’s no excuse”, Erik said gently, letting go of Zach’s gigantic dick and grabbing his huge nuts, squeezing the two tender babymakers and making Zach let out a soft groan. “We’ve come up with something special for your punishment.” He turned to Vince and nodded.
Vince reached into the wooden box and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for, a giant dildo.
“Holy fuck!” Zach groaned, his eyes widening at the sight.
“Do you recognize it?” Erik said cheerfully.
“Is that--- I mean, did you--- That’s my dick!” Zach stuttered.
“Yes, it is!” Erik chuckled as the crowd roared with laughter and applause. “Vince worked really hard to create an exact replica. And it turned out pretty good…” He held the dildo next to Zach’s cock.
They looked astonishingly similar. The size, the length, the girth, even the color – the dildo was a perfect copy of Zach’s unique schlong.
“I bet you always wanted to know what it felt like to be on the receiving end of that monster, right?” Erik grinned, smacking the fat dildo into the palm of his hand.
Zach gulped. “Umm, actually, no”, he mumbled.
“Well, whatever”, Erik grinned. “Now bend over and get ready to get your ass split open by your own cock.”
Erik let out a sigh. He brought his leg back and kicked Zach’s nuts with all the force he could muster.
Zach let out an anguished wail and instinctively turned away from Erik.
Another hard kick from behind smashed into Zach’s heavy low-hangers, making him fall to his knees, his face contorted in pain, his mouth wide open in a deep, guttural scream.
A third kick to his tender spuds made Zach double over – allowing Erik to ram the dildo into Zach’s puckered hole.
“Holy shit!” Zach screamed as he was fucked doggy style by a near perfect reproduction of his own massive monster of a cock, his balls throbbing with pain.
The crowd went wild with laughter and cheers, and I had to admit that it was quite a funny sight: The copy of Zach’s humungous dick was fucking his tight hole while the original was twitching and jerking, leaking precum all over the floor.
I don’t know whether Erik had practiced or not – after all, fucking a hole with a dick that large wasn’t something he was used to – but he definitely did a great job, working over Zach’s hole like a pro, shoving the fat dildo in and out with great enthusiasm and making the poor stud scream from the top of his lungs.
Occasionally, Erik reached between Zach’s thighs, squeezing his nutsack and twisting his big, cum-filled balls.
Zach was on all fours, arching his back, panting and wailing, his face a mask of pain, as he was fucked by Santa’s industrious little elf.
“Oh god!” he grunted. “Oh my fucking god!”
Erik chuckled and wrapped his fingers around the neck of Zach’s ballbag, yanking his nuts down hard as he drove the dildo deep into Zach’s hole, making Zach shriek in pain.
His dick was twitching and throbbing violently before letting go of a huge batch of baby batter that hit the floor underneath him, sputtering up against his abs.
Spurt after spurt of creamy spunk shot out of his dick.
Erik made sure to squeeze his balls hard and fuck his ass good, milking every last drop of cum from the muscular stud.
Finally, when Zach’s orgasm had ended, Erik pulled out the dildo, leaving Zach’s hole gaping open.
With a mean grin, Erik smacked Zach’s spent nuts with the massive head of the dildo, making him scream from the top of his lungs.
Then Erik allowed him to curl up in a ball.
Zach was panting and moaning, clutching his balls and his wrecked hole, lying in a puddle of his own jizz.
“Don’t slip on your way down”, Erik mused as the crowd roared with laughter and applause.
There was a certain irony in the fact that Zach left the stage exactly like Simon had just a couple of minutes ago, and Erik added to the irony by delivering a hard, mean kick to Zach’s mammoth balls from behind, making him slide down the stairs, bumping his poor nuts on the edges of the steps on the way down.
I couldn’t help but notice that Simon was the one who was laughing the hardest at Zach’s misery…
“Who’s next on Santa’s list?” Erik grinned as Vince mopped up the spunk on the stage. “Colin. Where are you, Colin? Santa’s waiting for you!”
Colin entered the stage with a cocky grin on his face. His ridiculous “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” underwear apparently hadn’t lost its effect: Colin shook his hips, making Rudolph’s nose – aka Colin’s dick – swing wildly, eliciting roars of laughter from the crowd.
Erik chuckled. “Funny”, he said.
“Yeah, right?” Colin grinned.
“Well, let’s get serious for a moment”, Erik said. “It says here that you cracked your own father’s nuts.”
Colin let out a laugh. “If it’s in Santa’s book it’s gotta be true, right?”
Erik chuckled. “So you’d agree that that was pretty naughty, right?”
Colin raised his eyebrows. “Oh, come on. It’s not like my dad is using his balls anymore!”
Erik laughed. “Do you think your dad would agree with you on that?”
Colin chuckled. “Definitely.”
“Well, let’s ask him, then”, Erik grinned and raised his voice. “Mr. Decker!”
Colin let out a groan and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Colin’s father made his way to the stage. Kenneth Decker was a handsome guy in his early to mid-forties. I could picture him twenty years ago, looking just as hot as his son. The color of his hair was dark-blond just like Colin’s, but it was starting to turn grey at the temples. He was wearing a pair of navy blue dress pants, black leather shoes and a plain white shirt.
“Hello, son”, Colin’s father said with a smile, patting his son’s muscular shoulder.
“Hey, dad”, Colin said weakly. “Nice to see you. What are you doing here?”
“Apparently”, Kenneth grinned, “you need a good spanking.” He rubbed his hands. “Can’t wait to get my hands on you, son…”
Erik chuckled. “Mr. Decker, your---“
“Call me Kenneth”, Colin’s father smiled.
“Kenneth”, Erik said, “your son said that crushing your nuts was no big deal because you weren’t using your balls anymore anyway.”
Kenneth chuckled. “He said that?”
Colin grinned. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Well, your mom was pretty mad with me when I returned from our little nutball match”, Kenneth chuckled, adjusting his crotch. “You took my junk out of action for two weeks.”
Colin let out a laugh. “Poor mom. I hope she didn’t take it out on your nuts…”
The look on Kenneth’s face made Colin laugh out loud.
“Ouch”, Colin grinned. “I’m so sorry, dad.”
Kenneth smiled weakly. “Well, at least I’ve got a chance to take it out on someone else’s nuts, now.” He smiled at Colin. “Take off that ridiculous underwear and spread your legs, son, your old man is going to kick your balls into orbit!”
The guys in the audience laughed and cheered.
Colin grimaced comically, pulling down his underwear and revealing his heavy, low-hanging nuts. “Think of your grandkids, dad...” He put his hands behind his head and spread his legs.
“My grandkids will come out cross-eyed and limping, I’m afraid”, Kenneth mused before bringing his leg back and sending his foot up between Colin’s thighs.
His instep collided perfectly with Colin’s fat plums, ramming them into his crotch and flattening them like pancakes.
Colin’s scream of pain was drowned out by the crowds roaring laughter.
Kenneth’s ruthlessness was quite astonishing. Either he was still mad at his son for defeating him in that infamous nutball match, or he truly didn’t care for grandchildren. From the satisfied smirk on Kenneth’s face I couldn’t help but think that maybe it was a little bit of both…
Colin was groaning, grimacing in pain, doubled over, desperately trying to remain standing as his father prepared to send another vicious kick to his tender testicles.
“What that, son?” Kenneth mocked him, putting one hand behind his ear. “You want more?”
Colin let out a groan. “Sure, dad”, he mused weakly. “Give me all you got.”
“Your wish is my command, son”, Kenneth chuckled. “Let’s end the Decker family line here and now.” He kicked his son’s nuts with all the force he could muster, lifting Colin off the ground and making him squeal like a banshee.
“Sounds like we’re halfway there”, Kenneth quipped, a wide grin on his face.
The crowd roared with laughter.
Colin was panting and moaning, his face contorted in pain. He was barely able to stay on his feet, his muscular body glistening with sweat, his face beet red. He was cupping his junk, nursing his battered balls with both of his hands, whimpering in pain.
“What’s the damage, son?” Kenneth grinned.
“Lefty’s pretty swollen”, Colin croaked, rolling his nuts between his fingers. “Righty seems okay for now.”
“Let your dad have a look”, Kenneth grinned, kneeling in front of his son and prying his hands away from his crotch.
Colin’s eyes widened as his father grabbed his nuts in a vise-like grip. “Dad, no, you---“
Kenneth looked his son in the eyes as he brutally twisted his nuts, squeezing them as hard as he could at the same time.
Colin let out a soprano yodel, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back. Every muscle in his body tensed as he squirmed in pain.
“You’re right”, Kenneth said matter-of-factly, kneading and twisting his son’s balls with his strong hands. “Lefty’s pretty swollen. But Righty doesn’t seem to be okay at all…”
Colin screamed in pain as Kenneth pressed his thumb into the tender meat of his son’s right plum as if he was trying to remove its core.
“Fuuuuck!” Colin squealed, his hands clasped around his father’s wrists.
“Watch your tongue, son!” Kenneth said cheerfully as he squished and squashed Colin’s testicles.
Colin screamed from the top of his lungs. Sweat was pouring down his face. His eyes were clenched shut, his mouth wide open, his head thrown back. His dick was rock-hard and twitching as Kenneth manhandled his son’s tender meatballs.
Suddenly, without warning, a huge jet of cum shot out of Colin’s dick, hitting his father right in the chest. Spurt after spurt of creamy spunk sputtered out, drenching Kenneth’s shirt and making it cling to his muscular chest.
The crowd went wild with cheers and applause.
Kenneth let go of his son’s nuts and took a step back, allowing his son to spend the rest of his orgasm in the fetal position on the floor, nursing his battered balls as they emptied their contents all over the floor.
Kenneth looked down at his soaked shirt, shaking his head and laughing. “Damn, looks like I just got hit by my grandkids”, he mused, eliciting roars of laughter from the audience.
“Holy fuck, dad”, Colin whimpered, clutching his drained, swollen babymakers. “You really did a number on my nuts…”
“Thanks, son”, Kenneth grinned. “That’s exactly what I came here for.”
Despite the pain he was in, Colin managed to get up and give his father a hug.
Cupping his bruised junk with one hand, Colin pointed at his father’s drenched shirt that was sticking to his chest. He grinned weakly. “One of those could have been another nutball champion”, he croaked.
Kenneth threw his head back, laughing out loud. “Well, you gotta nip the competition in the bud, right?”
“Good job, dad”, Colin mumbled, grimacing in pain as he stared down at his bruised and swollen balls. “Really good job.”
“Thank you, son”, Kenneth grinned, playfully smacking Colin’s drained balls with the back of his hand, making Colin let out a soprano shriek.
“Put your hands together for Kenneth Decker, folks!” Erik chuckled, prompting riotous applause from the crowd.
Kenneth waved at the crowd and helped his son limp off the stage.
“Now, let’s see. Looks like there aren’t many testicles left”, Erik grinned with a wink to the crowd.
“What about me?” Parker yelled, raising both of his arms and waving cheerfully. “I’ve been pretty naughty…”
“Well, come on up, then”, Erik chuckled. “I’m sure we can do something about that…”
To be continued.